This time he came back the next day, only a few hours later. Pierce hadn't made a mess, he'd even held his liquor, so the man rewarded him by leaving him sober for this beating. Hawkeye's head was splitting from the hangover, and he yelled when his head was smashed into the wall, but the man only punished him with another broken rib for yelling. By the time the man was leaving, Hawkeye was about to throw up.
"P-please..." He called weakly.
The man paused and turned around. "What?"
"May I... will you take me to the bathroom?" He trembled when the man approached him again, knowing he deserved whatever he got for even asking. The man only leaned down and grabbed his chin, meeting his watery eyes.
"Now that's what I call a well-trained mutt." He sneered. "What will you do for it?"
Hawkeye thought. "I-I'll take another beating, after."
The man scoffed and stood, kicking and pummeling him, laughing as the broken man cried out in agony and confusion. This was a long one. By the end of it, Pierce couldn't open his eyes without seeing double. His captor leaned down and grabbed his throat threateningly.
"I will beat you whenever I want. Your body is mine. Got that?"
Pierce nodded shakily and opened his eyes, trying to stabilize himself. "I'm s-sorry."
"No more sniveling, I want to know what this is worth to you."
Pierce thought about what he could possibly do.
"I-I don't know."
"For a trip to the head, a meal, and a chance to call your unit to say goodbye, what would you do?"
Hawkeye's eyes widened and he thought hard. What did he have that hadn't been taken from him?
"I-I can't-"
The man sighed and wrapped his hands around the stymied man's throat, throttling him. Hawkeye choked and writhed, but there was no way to breathe or fight back. His captor continued to strangle him, disgruntled. As Pierce's vision grayed at the edges and he was passing out, the man leaned in to whisper hauntingly, "You should have obeyed from the start, pet."
